I’ve been dreaming
Of you –
and me
And all of us.
Together again
Like the people we used to be.
Of remembering
Tafseer
Teachers
And untidy triumphs
In tangles of misogyny.
Of reunions
Terror
Tempests
And tidy trumpets
In twists of fidelity.
And me –
Just me
In my tattiest dress
And I couldn’t care less.
Still wet from a swim
In a river I wish I was real
My hair,
Curly,
Unruly
Conspicuous
Never mind the veil.